Teresa Riley was sick and tired of hiding her relationship with Tony Reynolds from her family, she was tired of having to lie to her father as to her whereabouts and to meet in sneaky allyways and side streets. She longed for the day when she could tell her father that she was going to marry Tony Reynolds, his boss's son!
For the first time being however she and Tony had decided to keep their love a secret. Tony had told her that his father would probably send him away if he found out about her, he wanted him to marry into money it seemed. Teresa knew that her father wouldn't approve either, he was always talking about the snobs who lived on the Lakeshore, about his boss being high and mighty. One rule for the rich and one for the poor, he was fond of telling his daughters.
Peter Reynolds was a tycoon, he dealt in expensive foreign cars and race horses. Jack Riley was a humble mechanic, a peon, a worker in Reynold's stable and was well aware of the difference in his lifestyle and his boss's lifestyle. Teresa Riley however had other ideas. She and Tony had met at the company Christmas party and had been steadily dating ever since. She knew that Tony's father was planning to send him away to school later on and she dreaded the parting, it was her desire that they should run away to Reno and get married but as yet Tony hadn't dared to defy his father. "It's enough that I see you," he had told her on more than one occasion, "Dad would lock me up if he found out about you."
"Lock you up and probably take me himself," thought Teresa to herself. She had been well aware of Peter Reynold's roving eye. She was a very well developed girl for her age, her breasts had been large since she was 12 and now at 15 she was more than ripe. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and her deep blue eyes twinkled sexily from beneath thick lashes. She knew that she was quite a seductive piece of goods and she intended to use every inch of herself to gain what she wanted ... a rich husband, cars, a house, servants and a ton of money. She was happy that she was in love with Tony Reynolds because to her immature yet calculating mind, he represented everything she ever dreamed of.
She pulled her coat tightly around her curvaceous young body now as Tony's porsche skidded around the corner. One day I'll be able to ride with him in public, everyone will look at me and know that I'm Mrs. Anthony Reynolds and that I live at the big house, until then though, I'll have to sneak around corners . . . but I can wait!
"Hop in baby," Tony Reynolds grinned to her, "say you're freezing."
"What did you expect, you're ten minutes late," Teresa chastised, snuggling 'down besides the young boy and nibbling his ear sexily.
"Hey cut that out, not here baby, wait until we get to the lake."
"One of these days I'm just going to give it to you right in the middle of the street," Teresa purred.
"Boy oh boy, you're hot tonight baby," grinned young Tony as he pulled away from the sidewalk, "gonna give it to me tonight?" he enquired.
"Wait and see," Teresa smiled.
Teresa Riley made a policy of letting Tony go just so far and no further. She felt sure that if she let him go all the way she would never get him to marry her, her 16th birthday was only a few months away and after that she intended to get him to marry her. She would hold her body from him until then giving him just enough to drive him crazy in the meantime.
The. wind was howling wildly around the lake when the little porsche came to a rest on a bluff. Teresa slowly unbuttoned her coat, turning to Tony as she did so and flashing him her most seductive smile.
"Ready for a little pussy-fingering baby," the young boy grinned.
"Ready for. you honey," Teresa purred, leaning back in her seat and slowly flicking her tongue around her lips.
Tony Reynolds leaned over and planted his mouth firmly on Teresa's lips, feeling her yield to him almost immediately. "God, you're hot tonight," he murmured to her as his hand began to slip anxiously down her leg and up her skirt.
"Why don't you suck my titties first Tony," Teresa breathed huskily, "I can't wait to have you suck them."
"Sure thing angel, whatever you want," the young boy grinned lewdly.
Teresa began to slowly unbutton her sweater, wetting her lips again impishly, "don't you just love my titties honey," she whimpered.
"Sure thing," groaned Tony, greedily eating up the sight of her now almost fully exposed firm young breasts. He gasped now as he stared at her lushly exposed pink nippled breasts and leaning over her nubile young body he sucked one .nipple up into his hungrily waiting mouth.
"Ugghhh, honey, I love it," groaned Teresa as she felt the old familiar pangs begin to trickle up and down her spine, "suck them harder."
The young girl could feel goosebumps rising on the softly exposed flesh milk white breasts as Tony continued to lovingly kiss and suck her naked nipples.
"Now finger my pussy," she breathed slowly into his ear, "finger me and suck me at the same time."
Tony Reynolds groaned, he just couldn't believe his luck with Teresa, she was so hot and sexy, so what if she wouldn't let him go all the way. One day he would get to stick his hungry prick all the way up inside of her but until that day he was content to let her suck him off and to finger-fuck her. Besides, he'd never actually fucked a girl before, he was just a little scared, this way he got his rocks off and didn't run the risk of getting a girl pregnant. He knew his Dad would flip his lid if he ever found out that he had knocked a girl up. He wanted to stay on the right side of his Dad, Tony Reynolds knew that for sure. He's the one with the bucks, he always told himself, I gotta stay cool with him.
"More honey, more," he heard Teresa groan. "Unzip your fly, I want to feel your cock," she whimpered into his mouth now, "oh come on honey, I want to feel your cock!"
Jack Riley was tired, he had had a long hard day at the shop and now he was home he wanted his wife and family around him. "Where's Teresa," he demanded of his wife Jeanne almost the moment he got in from work.
"She's at a friend's house honey," his mousey little wife said quickly.
"What time will she be home," he asked gruffley, put out that she wasn't home.
"Soon, soon honey, how about a beer?" Jeanne asked anxiously.
"Sure, sure, hey Sally turn on the television," he yelled to his older daughter who was engrossed in a book on the other side of the livingroom.
"Sure Dad, how about me, aren't you pleased to see me," Sally asked a little hurt at her father's obvious preference for Teresa.
"Of course I am Sally, you're just so grown up these days, that's all," her father replied grumpily.
"Dad you should take a good look at Teresa, she's not your little girl any more," Sally said strongly, getting up to turn the television on for her father.
Jack Riley leaned back in his armchair, threw up his legs and took a gulp of the beercan his wife had handed him. His thoughts turned to his youngest daughter Teresa, it's true, he pondered to himself, she's turning into quite a young woman now. Maybe that's why I don't like her being out so much . . . brother her tits are getting so big these days even I'm getting horny when I look at her. Jesus! what am I going to do with her? He looked over now at his nineteen year old daughter Sally, she's a looker too, he thought to himself . . . too bad she had to marry that half-wit Danny Dreyfus . . . stupid little motherfucker, doubt if he knows his head from his asshole, never did understand why she married him.
Almost as if she could read her father's thoughts, Sally Dreyfus said, "got a letter from Danny today Dad, he'll be home next week."
"Great. .. great," grunted Jack Riley very unconvincingly, "yeah, that's great. . . Jeanne, where the hell's my dinner, I'm starving!"
CHAPTER TWO
Sally Riley looked at her voluptuous young body in the long mirror in the room that used to be hers before she got married to her husband Danny. She took in the long svelte lines of her form, turning slowly to take in her rounded buttocks, darling little dimples smiling cheekily back at her through the mirror. Danny always loved the dimples in my ass, she thought longingly,. .. oh God, why does he have to go away on business, I just can't stand it and this time staying with Mother and Daddy has just been sheer hell.
Turning back to the mirror, Sally cupped her melon like breasts in her hands and with one hand started to tweak one of her almost aroused nipples. Oh God! I just can't stand being so homey, she cried to herself, I don't know when I've ever been so homey and Danny has to be away!
My body's not bad, she thought proudly to herself, I wonder why Daddy's always preferred Teresa to me, is it just because she's blonde? My body's just as good as hers, better in fact. She stared with near-narcissistic satisfaction at her full, wide-set breasts and lovingly stroked them. Now she felt the urgency rising in her body, the old familiar yearning for Danny's cock, her hands left her breasts now and slowly traced a line down her smoothly alabastered skin to the chestnut thatch protecting her pussy. Oh God!
Danny, why aren't you here, the hungry young girl cried to herself, why aren't you here?
Then suddenly Sally Dreyfus knew what she wanted to do, something she had never done since she had married Danny, something she had only done once or twice in her life .. . she wanted to touch herself, touch herself there in that secret sanctuary, that special place that only Danny entered. With a stomach-churning thrill of anticipation deep in the pit of her belly, she parted the delicate curls between her legs and began to massage the swollen coral bud of her rapidly distending clitoris with the tip of her long fingernail. Her extended middle finger began to slither wetly between her quivering vaginal lips, her mind was swirling with the excitement of what she was about to do!! She groaned as her middle finger jerked faster and faster at her tiny pulsating clitoris, she felt her heart beat accelerate rapidly, she lookecf at herself now in the mirror, slowly licking her lips with her snake-like tongue. She wanted herself, she would give herself to herself.' She was a primitive woman giving into the primal urges coursing through her abandoned body, it wasn't her fault if her husband wasn't there to satisfy her, every woman needed a man to satisfy her animal passions and needs and if hers wasn't home then she would have to satisfy herself. . . she just had to!
Teresa Riley was once more standing on the windy corner of Clement and Regent waiting for her boyfriend Tony to pick her up. She hadn't seen him for three days since the last time she'd arrived home a little late her father had blown his stack. She didn't know why her father had been acting so strange of late but she had noticed that he had started to look at her strangely, almost as if he were undressing her. But no, she knew that was crazy, he was her father, why would he look at her that way, it didn't make any sense! Still he had been acting strange of late and she had had to promise her mother that she wouldn't go out for a few nights, just stay home with her Daddy and be a nice girl. Teresa had obeyed for three days now and she was hot to see Tony, he had sounded really bummed out when she had called him on the telephone to tell him she couldn't see him for a few days and she was anxious to make it up to him. She certainly had no intention of losing the hotest guy in Chicago!
She saw Tony's porsche pull around the corner now but was very surprised to see that it wasn't Tony at the wheel.
"Who are you?" she started to say but couldn't finish her sentence, she found herself being pulled into the car by a complete stranger. "What are you doing in Tony's car?" she finally exploded as she bounced on the seat of the little car and looked fully into the eyes of a total stranger.
"Look, I work for Tony's Dad, there's nothing to worry about. Tony's is sick today and he was anxious that you wouldn't wait on the corner for him for hours. His Dad is out of the house right now and so I came over just to tell you that everything was okay."
"Oh, how sweet and thoughtful of Tony," Teresa said slowly, "he really thinks about me."
"So you're his girlfriend," the stranger said, "say, my name's Tim Tucker, nice to meet you." Tim Tucker took in fully the voluptuous young girl on the seat next to him, so this is Tony's girlfriend, he murmured inwardly to himself, no wonder he's so hot for her . . . some dish she is, hard to believe she's only 15. If the old man catches sight of this pussy he's going to want her for himself, he'll cut Tony out like a flash.
"So what are we going to do," Teresa said petulantly.
"Well nothing really, Tony just wanted me to tell you that he's sick. He couldn't telephone you and he was worried about you standing out there, that's all."
"Oh, I see," Teresa said sulkily, "well, how about we go for a little drive anyway."
"Mmmmmmmmm.. .," thought Tim to himself, wouldn't mind a little spin with this chick, "okay," he said aloud, "just a little spin, then I'd better get back to the house, Tony will be wondering where I am."
"What do you do for Mr. Reynolds," Teresa asked curiously.
"Everything, I'm his valet. I take care of his clothes, you know. Pretty much dress him."
"Do you like your job?"
"Sometimes yes, sometimes no. The money is great though. I'm trying to save some money to buy my own place and then quit. ., it's taking me longer than I thought."
"Everything always does," Teresa said wisely, thinking of her own plans.
Tim Tucker cast a pained expression towards Teresa now as her short mini-skirt began to creep up her body. He saw the crotchband of her panties and felt his cock begin to lurch in his pants.
Teresa looked over slyly to the older man's pants, she saw the obvious bulge in his pants and knew that she was exciting him tremendously. What the hell, she thought to herself, why not have some fun .. . I'm feeling hot and horney anyway and this man is just as good as any, actually he's quite handsome, she thought as she took in his muscular frame and large hands. He's probably got a good sized cock too, she thought seductively to herself, remembering how only that day at school she and her friends had discussed the fact that if a man had big hands he was bound to have a big cock. I think I'll find out, she mused to herself.
"Why don't we drive down by the lake for a little while," she purred sexily to Tim Tucker now, "that is if you think you have the time."
"Yes . . . why not, I have a little time," Tim said as casually as he could, feeling the vibration in the car begin to pulsate with sexual energy.
This little chick is hot, he thought to himself, she's really hot! and I'm going to give her what she obviously wants and what Tony probably hasn't had the guts to give her yet!
Sally Dreyfus was glad that her parents were out for the evening, even with the bedroom door closed she would never have dared to masturbate with-them in the house. She lay down on her bed now and arching her back she slithered deliciously up into her voraciously clinging pussy, her entire pelvis raised. Oh, that feels so good! she sighed. I knew I couldn't wait another night!
The frustrated young housewife knew that it wouldn't take her long to cum either, her only wish was for a climax and her finger dipped in and out in an ever-increasing tempo of leashed emotion. She loved fucking-God, did she ever- and knew that it was only a matter of time before she took that big and final step to fidelity. What would another man's cock feel like thrust up inside her, she wondered? Would it be all thick and hot and stiff? Would it cum lots and lots? Whatever the man was like, he certainly couldn't cum any faster than her young husband did. She wondered what it would be like to experience multiple orgasms, like she'd heard some women could. She knew that she would never really experience anything like that with her husband Danny, it was too prudish by far, he made love fine but he wouldn't do anything out of the ordinary and Sally Dreyfus longed to do other things than just straight fucking. Whenever she had mentioned such positions as "sixty-nine" however, Danny had blushed and told her that he didn't like to do things like that.
Sally's hands found her breasts again now and began to massage them slowly. She could feel her prolifically flowing cuntal secretions trickling down into the shallow crevice that separated her firm upper thighs from the smooth and quivering moons of her milk-white buttocks. "Fuck!" she hissed aloud, rolling the lewd word on her tongue like sweet and forbidden candy. "Cock .. . cunt.. . suck!" She didn't know why saying those words out loud gave her such pleasure, but she guessed that it might have something to do with the role of "Dutiful Daughter" she'd been more or less playing all her life.
Slowly, agonizingly, she slipped another slender finger up into her too-long-neglected vagina to join the other one busily churning her belly to a virtual sexual froth. Oh God, Danny ... in and out . . . Christ, if I could only go a little deeper, I could-her passion-glazed eyes fell suddenly on an object resting against the dressing table, it was a long-handled plastic backscratch. God, what she couldn't do with that!
The frustrated housewife continued to tweak and pinch lewdly at the distended nipples of her alabaster breasts as she climbed off the bed and grabbed the backstratch. Grasping it firmly above the bristles, she began worming the cool plastic length of the handle obscenely up into her passion-slick vaginal sheath until almost a half of its blue-painted length was sunk deep between her trembling white thighs. Then, without hesitation the moaning chestnut-haired woman began pumping it in and out of her hungering vagina, watching the soft coral pussy-lips turn inward around the smooth polished handle on the instroke, and then cling wetly to it as it pulled back out.
It was wicked and wrong. . . and beautiful. "Fuck," she repeated. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She closed her eyes and pretended that she was already with another man. She was being fucked by the biggest cock in the world, a cock that belonged to someone evil. . . like Peter Reynolds. Oh, God, no. . .. not that! she panicked, immediately forcing the lewd picture of her father's boss from her mind . . . the man who had made such an obvious play for her at the last Christmas party, in front of his wife and everyone, the man who had had almost all the women in Chicago and was notorious for his womanizing. Her mind was running rampant now, more and more and more lusty postures were presenting themselves to her and she imagined even more wicked and evil sex partners. She wanted more. She wanted to do something truly awful.
She jumped up onto her knees now on the bed and bracing the bristled end of the backscratch on the bed, she reinserted it into the eagerly sucking mouth of her aching pussy. "Oh, yessss! . .. That's it!" she whispered. She rocked back on trembling knees onto the mattress, surprised at how much of the blue-painted backscratch handle she could absorb up between her legs. She could feel the juices in her warmly seeping cunt begin to build to a light and syrupy froth as she chanted and groaned in a wild sexual delirium.
Supporting herself on her elbow, then, the lewdly kneeling chestnut-haired woman raked her pink fingernails across the ripe, hanging mounds of her breasts, leaving faint red-trails on their alabaster whiteness. She could feel the spiked-out points of her nipples grazing the end of her fingers, as one hand sneaked back to caress .the obscenely raised firmness of her ass-cheeks. Tenderly, Sally began to work a single slender middle finger into the tightly puckered opening of her own anus, careful not to tear her resisting nether flesh on her long fingernails. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she gasped at her own depravity as, gradually, her finger sank into the second knuckle.
Her extended middle finger sank into the palm of her. hand and began to parody the in-and-out motions of the handle fucking into her cunt below. All the while, her mind worked furiously as she imagined herself being fucked by her husband Danny and another man at the same time. Her melon-like breasts danced and swayed in obscene cadence. She was cumming. . . ! The waves of self-induced orgasm were rushing over her helplessly kneeling body, convulsing her naked belly and dominoing outward over her flesh until, weak with passion, Sally collapsed back down onto the bed.
" A a a aaaaaauuuuuuuuuugghhhhhhh! FUCK ME, Oh God, Yessssss! OHHHHHHHHHHH!" she panted. And she jammed the blue-handled brush tighter up into her crazily spasming vagina as her slender frame trembled and shook and her mind swam with the force of her climax.
Gradually, her body began to relax, her belly quivering in the afterglow of orgasmic bliss. The pseudo-cocks in her cunt and anus left her body, and she threw herself back down on the bed. It was fun to imagine herself fucking other men but she knew that she would never be unfaithful to Danny. When he was away on business she knew that she would just continue to satisfy her desires this way. It wasn't really evil anyway, she was hurting no-one and she felt much better now. All the strain and tension of the last few days had fallen away from her and her body felt relaxed and happy again. Danny would be home really soon, would stay home for a while at least and she would have nothing to worry about. . . she could put all thoughts of the gay and dashing Peter Reynolds out of her mind, he was just a fantasy in her mind, she would never be the kind of woman that he would want... never!
CHAPTER THREE
"Let's turn down here Tim," Teresa urged the older man as they came to a fork in the road.
"Ummmm .. . you seem to know this area pretty well," Tim observed thoughtfully, "come out here with Tony often?"
"All the time," Teresa smiled sexily slowly starting to unbutton her blouse, "pull in over there," she nodded, her head indicating a bluff over the lake.
Tim Tucker stared excitedly at the enticing sight of Tony's young girlfriend opening her blouse to expose her ripe young breasts, he gasped as they swelled above the white lace cups of her brassiere and then gasped even louder as slipping out of her blouse she reached behind her and unfastened the catches on her bra.
"Not scared, are you Tim," she teased, her pink little tongue wetting her sensuous lips.
Teresa's revealing brassiere came away then, exposing the succulent firmness of her pointed, virginal, breasts. "Do you like my titties?" she asked.
The older man felt his cock stiffen in his pants and his hands clenched tightly on the rim of the steering wheel.
Teresa wanted to tease this man, she wanted to make him pant for her, he was a man, not a boy like Tony and she wanted to see how far she could go with him. She smiled seductively, tossing her head back in an effort to get her wildly flowing mane of blonde hair out of her eyes. "I'm still. ... a virgin-which is spelled V-I-R-G-I-N. . . that must make your cock hard!"
Time swallowed with difficulty.
Throwing her brassiere aside, Teresa began to undo the zipper that ran down the side of he short plain mini-skirt. Her heart pounding frantically with determined excitement as she slipped the skimpy skirt down over her trim hips and pulled it off her feet.
God . . . what a piece of tail! Tim choked dryly.
She was down to her pantyhose and shoes then, her full-mounded young breasts rising and falling heavily with her breathing. He could see the sparse blonde curls of her pussy hair poking lewdly out around the edges of her thin nylon panty-crotchband underneath her pantyhose. "Touch me... see whether I'm okay for you. . .."
The perspiring older man rubbed his shaking hand firmly over her nylon-smooth thighs, his long fingers brushing up against her panty-covered vagina. "Y-you're wet!"
"What d'you figure, asshole," she murmured, but in a deceptively purring voice that contrasted with the content of what she said. "Just like your penis is hard and thick!" She reached between his legs then, rubbing his reluctantly stiff penis once again. "You do, yes .. . you feel goooooooood!"
Teresa fumbled for the catch on his fly, managed to work it down, and then reached inside to grasp the lust-thickened shaft of his penis through the thin cotton barrier of his shorts. God, he's____ HUGE!! she thought, wondering for a moment if she really ought to tease him any further. "Promise you won't tell Tony," she begged, realising for the first time the enormity of her actions. Then, deciding that she should brazen it out, not for one moment thinking that this man would really take advantage of her she ground her own pelvis up to his probing fingers, and reaching inside the opening of his shorts, brought his swollen penis out into view. It was then, but long. Very long- a couple of inches longer than Tony's at least. Slowly, voluptuously, she began to work its thin covering of foreskin up and down over the pulsing hot shaft knotted with lust-engorged veins and blood vessels. She felt a warm web of something sticky leaking from its inflamed tip and smeared it lovingly over the fat head with the palm of her hand. "Now, that must feel good, doesn't it, Tim?"
"Sure .. . does! Can't . . , How on earth did you learn this. . . ?"
"I'm cherry all right Tim," said Teresa. "But I've had my kicks. You know, there are other ways to learn the fun things to do!" Her fingers gripped his thick cock a little tighter, stroking up and down his wildly throbbing penis with a smooth practiced rhythm. She noticed a bump then, just behind the coronal rim on the back of his cock, and asked, "what's this?" at the same time flicking it lightly with her thumbnail.
"That's something special. Makes girls feel their oats," he grunted.
"Wow, I never knew . . . well, would you like to fuck me with it?" Teresa teased.
Suddenly Teresa realised that she had gone too far, this man was older, he wasn't to be played with, he might just go and take her at her word and then what would she do. Lose her cherry to her boyfriend's father's servant?
The idea of fucking Tony's girlfriend had never entered Tim Tucker's head, not even for a moment but here she was offering herself up to him like a turkey on a plate. Obviously Tony hadn't done his duty by this little cunt. .. maybe he should.
"If you want it, take off that pantyhose," he commanded.
"Well . . . uh-------" stuttered Teresa.
"I said take them off," he grunted.
Afraid now to anger the older man, the young girl began to strip off her pantyhose, removing her platform sandals as she did so.
"Now get in the back, kneel up over the back seat, facing the window."
Oh God, he's really going to do it, thought Teresa wildly, what can I do, how can I get out of here.
"I said get in the back," snarled Tim Tucker, realising that the girl was having a change of heart but too aroused now himself to let this perfect opportunity to pop a cherry go by.
Finally Teresa clambered up and positioned herself as ordered, acting almost as if she were in a hypnotic state. "Like .. . so?" she asked, salaciously now wiggling her buttocks back at him. "Are you going to screw me like a dog?"
"That's one way of putting it," he said, knowing from the tone of her voice that she was both excited at the prospect of losing her virginity and afraid of it at the same time. , Suddenly Teresa knew that she would resign herself to her fate, she had gone farther than she had ever allowed herself to go before ... not even for Tony had she compromised this way. What the hell, she thought to herself, if I allow this man to fuck me I'll only be all the more knowledgeable for Tony afterwards. "Yes," she groaned now wholeheartedly, "I want you to put it deep up inside me. Please fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeeeee!"
Tim quickly joined the lewd teenager, he dropped his pants to his knees and pulling Teresa into position, dog fashion, half of her on the front seat and the other half on the small backseat, he pressed the tapering red length of his penis into the quivering crevice between her white ass cheeks. He rubbed slowly, arching his back up over hers so that the sparse hairs on his chest tickled against her shoulder blades. His hands slipped beneath her to grasp and squeeze the ripely pointed fruit of her breasts dangling downwards. Beyond the face of her youth and loveliness,-his mind tripped lewdly over the inspiring thought that he was about to fuck his boss's son's girlfriend!
"Put your finger up inside me and make it go in and out a while till I'm nice and wet for you!"
Sheeeeeeeeit! this little brat was too godawful much! If she was this wild now, when she got to be of age what would she' be like, he wondered under his breath?
With vicious abandon, Tim shoved not once, but two long fingers up into Teresa's lewdly squirming vagina, reveling in the hot smoothness of her softly tight inner flesh. And it was tight. . .. my God, was it tight!
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh, Tim, yessssss, it feels damn fine!"
He raked the nail of his thumb across the hotly distended bud of her adolescent clitoris, and hunched his pounding cock unceasingly into the lust-dampened crack between her clenching ass-cheeks.
It was only a minute or two before the easily aroused blonde moaned, "Yes, now, Tim-I'm real ready, honey!"
Teresa rested her cheek on the back of the warm leather seat, inhaling deeply of its rich aroma. She really did like good things, all the goodies that money could buy, she wanted and she intended to get them.
"All right, you hot little pussy, you want it, you stick it inside yourself!"
Teresa paused, her mind caught between two realities. .. .
"I said put it in!"
Reaching back obediently between her slightly spread legs, Teresa grasped the considerable length of Tim's hard pulsing cock and guided it right up to her excitedly quivering pussy. She parted her desire-moistened pubic curls with its huge flint-shaped head, flinching at the electric contact it made with her tender clitoris, and positioned it at the very entrance to her tiny virginal cunt. Immediately he began a steady upward pressure, feeling her resisting interior flesh part reluctantly before him.
When she and Tony were married they'd be wealthy, have servants, and, she fancied, she'd make them fuck her. She'd do it in the swimming pool with Tony watching, or in the dining room, she'd unbutton the butler's old fashioned slacks-or trousers, as he would call then with a thick English accent-and she'd suck him off between courses of oysters and champagne and then-then-OH GOD she felt the very real pain now of Tim's lust-engorged penis thrusting hard up into her cherry-tight little cunt!
"Nooooooooooo. . . ." she swooned. "You're ripppnnnggggg me to pieces .. . take it out! Too biggggg!"
Damn! Tim's mind exploded in blood-lust. It's like trying to screw a thimble, he thought frustratedly. She's so small!
Still he pressed on into her futilely protesting vagina. His eyes were actually glassy by now with lascivious delight as, despite his own discomfort, he began to enjoy the idea of hurting this little cock-tease. He realized now that she hadn't really intended to let him fuck her . . . well-too bad-she was going to get it anyway!
"Oh, it hurrrrrrts!" Teresa sobbed, realizing that she had grossly underestimated the power of this man she'd thought she had wrapped around her finger. "Please take it out, pleaaaase!"
"Forget it honey. .. ." he groaned and twitched his punishing penis another inch between her thighs from behind.-He was little more than halfway in, but he could feel the tender sensitive membrane of her hymen stretched to its innermost limits, beginning to tear a little. He pushed harder and felt the fragile tissue part around his thick bulbous cock-head flexing itself deeper and deeper up into her hot tight womb.
"No", no, no, noooooooooo!" she began to chant on the verge of hysterics, wriggling and twisting in a vain attempt to free herself of the painful intruder riding her back. - In a rash of meanness, Tim grabbed both her slender arms by the wrists and pulled them behind her back, gripping them in one hand while he began to slap her straining buttocks with the other. His sex-crazed penis was about to explode with sadistic excitement! His sperm-swollen balls churned, his whole body broke into drenching sweat, and he was in! All the way up into her virginal belly with his rock-hard rod of flesh, as her face mirrored the pain and her voice choked in her throat.
Her cheeks resting against the soft leather back of the car seat as her only support, the sobbing teenaged girl bit her lips against Tim's painful assault. She could feel his brutal penis ripping lance-like up into the untouched innermost recesses of her virginal cunt as a thin warm trickle of blood began to mix with their combined secretions to drip down the soft inner flesh of her thighs. She felt tender and ravaged and raped, but was determined to beg no more for him to stop. It was all her own damn fault, she wished now that she had waited for Tony to pop her cherry ... what madness came over me tonight, she wondered sadly? There was no stopping me now however. ... Oh God, she sobbed inwardly, it hurts as a deep searing pain seared through her young body!
"You dig that, honey?" Tim gurgled brokenly, slapping her lushly wavering buttocks once again. "Does it turn you on to screw an old man like me?"
Teresa bore up stoically, though unable to give him a reply for fear of sobbing out her heartfelt agony if she were to so much as open her mouth. She felt numb, and dirty, and abused -all at the same time. She was aware that he was slapping her buttocks, but the pain inside of her was so infinitely more acute as to render anything else he might have chosen to do to her unimportant. His long hard cock was sunk in so deep, she felt like it was going to keep right on going till it came out her throat. But then, oddly, after seemingly endless minutes, the pain began to slacken a little, and she became increasingly aware of her stinging buttocks, until finally she felt the older man's hands scoop under her to her breasts again, squeezing and caressing in time to his ever-increasing tempo of fucking. She became numb throughout her entire pelvis area, then subtly, every third or fourth stroke, there seemed to be a faint flicker of pleasure, a tingling vibrant thrill that raced to her heart. And with those intial thrills, Teresa Riley began to respond, her slavishly postured white buttocks slicking back on the impaling presence of Tim's slippery penile flesh.
"Starting to enjoy the ride, are you honey?" he teased. "Come on, you know you are!"
Teresa was perspiring slightly, and her naked legs were beginning to stick to the warm leather of the car seat. But then, with a sickening thrill, she remembered that the man hunkering down over her was her boyfriend's father's valet. .. the connection hit her with a terrible impact, sending lewd shivers of forbidden pleasure down her arching spine.
"Wow, man. For Pete's sakes, now fuck meeee'eee!" she hissed, baring her even white teeth in a lewd grimace.
With brutal, cunt-plumbing thrusts, Tim Tucker began to rifle into her newly initiated vaginal orifice, flexing his rock-hard staff deep within her as he battered and pushed against her delicate cervix. For long, delicious minutes he kept up his frantic pace, knowing that his own release was close at hand, but "fighting desperately against it in an effort to prolong the thrill of taking this blonde teenager's virginity. Teresa writhed and bucked beneath him like a madwoman now, loving every searing and wicked inch of him deep up inside her body.
She could feel their combined secretions' along with a faint smattering of blood, trickle down the soft ivory columns of her legs. She could feel his prickly pubic hair tickling her tiny unprotected anus, and his hairy, drum-tight balls swinging upwards to slap against her swollen clitoris. She felt as stuffed as a squealing pig on a boiling hot spit!
Tim could see the film of perspiration that glistened along the lightly boned ridge of her back as he raised his upper torso, gripped her tightly by the narrow waist, and began to hammer his aching cock home with long, smooth and practised strokes. Damn, what a luscious little piece of tail she is, he thought to himself. . . almost better than Lisa. Tim Tucker had been secretly married to nineteen year old Lisa Tucker for four months now, he had had to keep his marriage a secret however from Mr. Reynolds, his boss, because that had been part of the agreement when Reynolds had employed him. "I don't want any married men," Reynolds had groaned. Tim had kept his wife in Cleveland in secret but hoped someday he could bring her to Chicago. A man gets horny with no woman, he told himself over and over again.
He dropped his hands now to Teresa's abdomen and squeezing, he found the satiny warm flesh resilient and tight as it ridged whitely between his grasping fingers.
"Uhhhhmm, how'd you like it. . . . is it goooooood, Teresa?"
"Oh, issss it!" she exclaimed, her head tossing from side to side in pleasurable wild agony.
Wow! What fantastic bliss! She'd never, in her farthest-out dreams, imagined such delicious sensations! She wondered what had kept her from fucking a man for so long. . . . Why? "Cripes, Tim . . . anytime you wanna screw me, you can go right ahead!"
She sensed her womb opening and the mouth of her blonde-fringed cuntal slit expanding even further to receive the long hard penis fucking up into her now-hungry vagina. Her hands, freed now, reached back between the tapering firmness of her thighs to cup and fondle his swaying, prickly haired halls. Then, in deeply thrilling excitement that rippled in overwhelming waves through her nakedly kneeling body, she knew she was there!
No need to hold back now, thought Tim as he slammed his lust-bloated rod of flesh deep up into her quivering belly. She's cumming like a Fourth of July fireworks! He felt his white-hot load of semen amassing in his balls as he continued to grind upward between the now churning cheeks of her buttocks. He was ready with his own climax, and, with harshly kneading hands, he cupped the round firmness of her extreme upper thighs, pounding his spewing cock all the way up to the hilt in her newly-opened cunt!
"Aaarrrrrrgh!" she kept on moaning, as in her newfound ecstasy, Teresa felt a new sweet pain growing warmly in her insides as the bulbous head of Tim's deeply sunken cock suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to mangle her inner organs. Then, thickly, it began to squirt! She could feel the maddeningly hot liquid shooting up into her in long hard spurts, again and again, until she began to feel as if someone had turned a fire hose on inside her! The very pores of her cuntal walls opened to it, oozing forth their own enraptured response, spilling her own heated orgasmic secretions into the already cum-flooded cavern of her torn pussy.
It was out of sight, the young blonde thought in mind-blown ecstasy. She knew that she was about to go out of her mind with erotic enchantment. Oh God. . . she groaned to herself,. I must have this always, I must fuck Tony as soon as I can, I can't deny myself this pleasure ever again!
She continued to caress and milk the older man's balls, her body spasming helplessly as his massive cock continued to squirt out its completion. Thick viscid jets of male cum streamed from its tip in great blissful gushes, overflowing her tightly-locked cunt-lips at the base of it, until it offered one final convulsive spurt, the last few drops drained from it, and both of them tingled in the glow of satiation. Then slowly his cock softened a little and began to slip from her body, releasing still more of its obscene nectar to trickle down her legs onto the leather seat.
"Ohhhhhhhhh. ..." groaned Teresa as she felt his cock slipping from her, "no, no don't go!"
"You insatiable bitch," grinned Tim lewdly, "Tony sure has a hot piece of goods on his hands."
"Listen Mr. Tucker, you promise not to breathe a word of this to Tony, don't you. . . .' please?"
"Sure . . . sure, kid, that is if you promise to give me a little every now and then."
"Of course I will," Teresa smiled broadly, "after all, you're my first real lover. Say, don't you have a girl or anything?"
Tim Tucker looked a little embarrassed and then nodded, "yeah, only keep your mouth buttoned up about it, the old man doesn't know yet."
"You .mean he doesn't allow you to have girlfriends?"
"Na. . . . nothing like that, girlfriends are okay, he just made me promise I wouldn't get married on him and I blew it."
"You got married?"
"Yeap and to the sweetest little dish you could imagine."
"Better than me," pouted Teresa.
"Hell no, you'd take a lot of beating little lady, but you belong to Tony, remember?"
"Yes. .. ." purred Teresa, "that's right, I belong to Tony and believe me after what you've just given me I intend to give it all back to Tony."
"Great... great," nodded Tim Tucker, "and now young lady we'd better be getting back to town, otherwise your precious boyfriend will begin to suspect a thing or two and that would never do, now would it?"
"Oh no, he mustn't know," Teresa said quickly, hopping back into the front seat of the car and fumbling around for her clothes, "Tony must never know . .. never!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Peter Reynolds was bored, he, man-about-town, world traveler, host to the most splendid parties Chicago had ever seen was bored . . . none of the women in his life interested him anymore and life without women to Peter Reynolds was like living death!
Not only was he bored he was also put out at this moment, he had chanced, the previous day to find out that his personal valet, Tim Tucker had gone against his wishes and had married .. . apparently to some young girl or other. He had blubbered the whole truth out to Peter, seemingly after some wild fucking session with some girl somewhere after which he had realized that he couldn't go on living in Chicago without his young wife.
What could Reynolds do? He couldn't fire Tucker, he was much too valuable for that. .. he had done the only thing possible, he had ordered Tucker to send for his wife. The house was big enough, after all, Peter had reasoned to himself finally after his anger had subsided and there was lots of work for a spare female to do.
Gay, debonair Peter Reynolds, checked himself in the baroque mirror on the far wall, he was a handsome dog and he knew it. His figure was as good at forty-five as it had been at twenty-five. His jet black hair showed not a trace of grey and his deep blue eyes were hardly lined at all. Many of his friends considered it strange that Peter looked so good, he could outdrink most of them and stayed up all hours of the night partying and carrying on and yet Mother Nature had been kind to him.
Peter checked his watch, Tucker should be here any moment with his new bride, he pondered ... I wonder what the girl looks like?
His question was answered that moment as Tim Tucker opened the doors of the library and ensued in a petite, vivacious girl, her long black curly hair cascading down her shoulders and her erotic green eyes lowered slightly in a gesture of humility.
In fact the gesture was not humility but fear. Lisa Tucker was absolutely shaking in her boots, she had no idea of how Mr. Reynolds was going to approach her and she was afraid.
"Mr. Reynolds, I'd like you to meet my new wife Lisa," Tim Tucker said quietly.
Peter Reynolds could only stare at the luscious piece of goods that his valet had married. There was only one thing running through his mind at this moment and that was that he had to fuck this girl and fuck her fast. If she was going to be in his house he had to know that he could have her any time he wanted, day or night, and if Tucker didn't understand that. .. then-he was no good to him. "Tucker I want you to leave us," he commanded.
Tim Tucker hesitated, reluctant to leave his beautiful young wife with his boss, knowing full well his reputation with women, he didn't trust him at all.
"I said I'd like to talk to your wife alone
Tucker," he snarled, "if you want to keep your job, you'd better hop to it."
Lisa Tucker was amazed at the subservience of her husband, she had had no idea of how much power Mr. Reynolds yielded over him and it was a surprise to her-yet she knew her place-she said nothing.
"Yes sir!" Tim Tucker said quickly, realizing that he was getting on the wrong side of his employer.
The moment that Tucker had closed the library doors, Peter Reynolds called the young bride over to him.
"How old are you darling," he cooed.
"Nineteen, Mr. Reynolds," Lisa answered shyly.
Suddenly Peter Reynolds unzipped his fly and brought his thickening cock out into the open. It was truly enormous and he was proud of the fact that he knew of none bigger. "How do you like this," he grinned lewdly up at the shocked girl, skinning the thick wealth of uncircumcised foreskin back and forth, enjoying the silken feel of its burgeoning length. The tender, desire-inflamed slit in the tip opened slightly with his squeezing and a thin trickle of pre-coital fluid began to ooze from it, dangling like a single silver tear.
The frightened young bride was shaking visibly now, "Please let me out of here," she begged.
Peter Reynolds blinked with surprise, he wasn't used to such responses . . . most of the women in his circle were dying to fuck with him.
"Come closer baby," he said insistently, "I want to get a better look at you."
As if hypnotised, Lisa Tucker moved a little closer to the lewd man and before she realized what was happening he had grabbed her by the wrists and was holding her tightly. "How do you like my penis, baby," he urged.
Lisa Tucker blinked in astonishment. Her husband Tim's penis was the only one she'd ever seen and Peter Reynold's long hard cock jutting from his open fly seemed too enormous to be real.
"It's so b . . . big!" she gasped in response.
Holding his jutting cock with one hand, Reynolds rose to his feet and yanked the girl downward until her pretty face was mere inches from his penis, "Touch it. Feel my prick."
The girl lost her balance and slipped to her knees, looking up at him desperately. Then, obediently, she encircled its enormous thickness with her tiny hand, her fingers not quite meeting around it. Hopefully, she peeled the thickened covering of loose skin back down over its flushed red head, leaving it sleek and naked. She realized that resistance was futile, and hoped that she might charm Reynolds into showing her a little mercy. "Do ... do you want me to suck it, Mr. Reynolds?"
"Lick it first Lisa, like a great big ice cream cone," he chuckled crudely.
Hesitating a moment to mentally prepare herself, the young bride leaned forward holding his obscenely seeping cock by its pulsing base, arid placed a lewd wet kiss on its bulbous tip with her lushly pursed red lips. The taste of him was slightly bitter and strong, but he was clean. The rubbery blood-filled head glided smoothly over her lips as she opened her mouth to lap at it with her tiny pink tongue. She was no stranger to cock-sucking, but Tim had been the only one she'd ever had any kind of sex with, and that had only been for the past few months. It was new and strangely exciting to be licking her husband's boss's penis.
"You better stop now, Lisa. I want to sit down and enjoy this."
Almost reluctantly, the kneeling black-haired girl leaned back on her haunches.
Reynolds dropped back into his chair. "Take your dress off, Lisa. You realize I've been letting you lick my prick and I haven't seen your ass." Lisa Riley knew she must obey him, she knew if she didn't that her husband would lose his job and she couldn't allow that. Slowly and sexily she began to remove her dress, her brassiere, her panties, her garter belt and stockings and shoes until she stood entirely naked and glorious before her husband's boss. Then she got back down on her knees again, her small perfectly formed breasts jiggling excitedly, her long curly black hair cascading over her shoulders and she moved towards Reynold's enormous cock!
"Now take it in your mouth," urged Reynolds, "There's a good girl." Peter Reynolds' penis was now fully aroused and throbbing massively, reaching all the way into the back of Lisa's slender sucking throat, tickling her, nearly causing her to gag on it. His hands gripped her cruelly by the hair, forcing her face up and down on his rigid flesh in a lewd pumping motion.
"Ummmm.. . . you suck like a dream," crooned Reynolds.
Lisa's dazed eyes focussed on the long rod of lust-hardened male flesh emerging from the tangle of black pubic hair at its base and disappearing from her line of vision as it stretched all the way past her parted lips and up into her open mouth. Now, her humiliation and degradation were complete. She was an adulteress in all but the most rigid technical terms. There was little use in trying to fight it.
"Suck, baby. Suck, suck, suck!" Reynolds commanded from high above her bobbing head.
And, obediently, the petite black-haired girl began to do as she was bid, her lips nibbling tentatively on the shark-eyed man's cock, while she tried to accustom herself to the lewd and unnatural invasion of her mouth. In an effort to please him, and perhaps end her torment sooner, she began tossing her saliva-wet tongue around and around the hotly pulsing glans.
"Baby, you're a real pro!" Reynolds grinned. "Tucker's sure got himself one hell of a woman!"
Slowly the rich playboy began to undulate his hips back and forth in the chair, thrusting with increasing force in and out of the wetly nursing cavity of her mouth, but never quite withdrawing all the way, so the tip of his bulging instrument of lust always remained buried within the confines of her warm wet coral cavern.
It's sort of nice, Lisa told herself. And, anyway, if I don't do it, Tim will lose his job. Lisa's mouth was gradually filling with saliva made slightly sticky from the steady flow of semen seeping prematurely from the tip of Reynolds' lust-purpled penis. As she continued to work slave-like above his loins, she realized that she was disappointed. She realized now that she wanted more than this, she wanted him to fuck her!
Reynolds ran his long sensuous fingers into Lisa's flowing hair now and began to force her face Up and down more violently on his hotly thrusting cock, precisely as if her delicate mouth were just another cunt into which he could spew his obscene sperm. His eyes traveled from the exquisite features of her small oval face, noting with lewd delight the raptuous sparkle in her green eyes, to the pile of clothing she'd thrown off so delightedly.
Lisa's mouth was filled to overflowing with a mixture of her own saliva and Reynolds' copiously flowing sexual juices. Despite the long, deep gulps she swallowed down to keep from gagging, rivulets of the lewd penile moisture dripped from the corners of her mouth to run down the sides of his pulsing cock-shaft in a steady stream. Her lips were stretched to their utmost capacity, yet, despite her discomfort, she was deeply thrilled at the level of corruption her captor was submitting her to against her will. It made her feel so wicked.
Reynolds seemed to sense the change in the slavishly sucking girl's attitude, and knew he could not hold out much longer against the mind-boggling pressure. Bizarre, obscene thoughts and fantasies danced in his head as he felt the tension in his balls build to an intolerable level. He tightened his grip in the girl's long black hair, forcing her down harder on his crazily twitching penis. He wanted to make sure she didn't try to twist her face away when he started to cum since he intended to make her humiliation complete by watching her swallow every drop of his hot sticky sperm.
There was a sudden ringing and pounding in Reynolds' head as the flow of his cum began from deep within his semen-bloated testicles. The muscles from his abdomen went tight, contracting to send the heated load of his sperm rolling upward through its narrow channel around and out of the tip of his cock in a powerful spray . . . deep into Lisa's enveloping mouth, and far back into her throat.
"Ummmmmmrnmmm," Lisa shuddered.
His last violent thrust went deep, all the way to her tonsils and he held it there as he came. She could feel the terrible force of his orgasm on the roof of her still-sucking mouth, on her tongue, in her cheeks-everywhere-as his sperm came out in a white-hot viscid stream which never seemed to end.
"Suck it honey, suck it, SUCK ITTTTTTTTT!" Reynolds panted down at her in his release. "You may be earning your old man a raise!"
The thick cream-like cum spread into her from his wildly ejaculating penis, filling her mouth with what seemed to be gallons of his salty, lusty semen as she gasped frantically and swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his perversely inspired cum.
"That's it, you little bitch! Eat it, eat it all!"
Lisa choked and sputtered until she had cleared her throat again, but Reynolds made no effort to pull his slowly deflating penis from her mouth. "Come on, baby . .. lick me clean!" he taunted. "You haven't finished yet!"
Almost eagerly now, the aroused teenaged bride began to lick him clean, her eyes sparkling with a strange glow as she blinked at him. "Are you ready to fuck now baby," Reynolds taunted.
"Yes," Lisa answered shyly.
"Yes what," Reynolds demanded.
"Yes please," Lisa said quickly.
"That's better. Now Lisa you're going to be living in my house, you're Tucker's wife but he's my servant and as such you must always service me. Get that... in other words when I want you, you come . . . understood?"
"Yes, but. ..." Lisa faltered.
"But, what?"
"Will Tim agree to it?"
"I'll make it worth his while, money talks baby, didn't you know . .. money talks penty. Now lie on your back and prepare to be fucked by the King!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Teresa Riley was now ripe and ready for her boyfriend Tony, ever since she had allowed Tim Tucker to fuck her she had in fact been hornier than hell. This is to be the night I let him have me, tonight he can do the works, she mused to herself as she once again waited on the windy corner for his familiar little porsche to roll up.
She knew that Tim Tucker must have kept his mouth good and shut about her fucking session with him because Tony's voice had been bright and cheery on the telephone that day. He had told her how much he had missed her over the few days he'd been sick in bed, that he loved her madly and couldn't wait to hold her in his arms.
In your arms and wherever else I can get grinned Teresa lewdly. It had been really hard for her to get out of the house that evening and only after a long contrived story about having to do this special paper at her girlfriend's house was she able to get out of her father's suspicious looking eyes. Fortunately for Teresa, her girlfriend Teri didn't have a telephone at her house and so her father never really was able to check up on her. Oh God! sighed the young girl, I'll be so glad when I'm married and away from all that poverty, at least when I marry Tony I'll be rich. I really must be the luckiest girl alive, having the son of my father's boss for a boyfriend is certainly a fantastic feather in my cap ... I wonder what Dad will do when he eventually finds out that I'm going to marry Tony Reynolds-oh God! I do hope Tony's father lets us marry, I can't bear the thought of waiting too long-I really hope Tony will take me to Reno or something soon!
Teresa's wildly swirling brain wasn't given another chance to think about anything else however, Tony's porsche came speeding around the corner and in no time at all they were on their way to their favorite haunt.
"Oh baby, it was awful without you," groaned young Tony Reynolds.
"For me too, lover," cooed Teresa, happy that tonight she was going to give herself fully to her rich young boyfriend.
In no time at all they were parked on their familiar bluff overlooking the lake and Teresa was unbuttoning her sweater, Tony's hungry eyes glistening in the moonlight. "You know, lots of men think I've got the most beautiful tits in the world," boasted Teresa thrusting her lust-stiffened nipples up into Tony's young face.
"Oh baby, you have," groaned Tony, thrusting his head onto her rock-hard nipple and sucking and slavering over it until it glistened with his saliva. Oh God! groaned Tony inwardly, I've got to have her tonight, I just can't wait any longer to fuck her.
Tony's hand slipped now to caress the pliant white flesh of Teresa's upper thigh beneath her short skirt.
"Oooooooooooooh, yessssssss!" she purred, "go ahead, stick your finger in my cunt if you want."
The young boy grasped at the narrow elastic edged crotchband of her flimsy panties now, moving it to one side as he began to insert a single fleshy finger into the trembling hot wetness that was her vagina.
"Oh God, yessss! Shove it in me all the way to your fucking elbow! It's so goooooooood!"
Teresa's golden blonde hair lolled dreamily on the backseat of the car as she reveled in the act of being sucked and fingered by her boyfriend. Oh God! I want him to do everything to me, she groaned.
"Tony, let's do something really bad," she grinned lewdly.
"Like what?" the young boy asked innocently.
"I don't know, anything," she mewled, hunching her desire-tightened pelvis lewdly up to his probing finger. "You decide."
Tony could feel his girlfriend's tender cuntal flesh weeping around the muscles of his middle finger, clinging to it voraciously on the out-stroke, parting deliciously on the instroke as his thumb held her ctotchband aside. A lewd smile slickered across his lips. She really wanted to play with him tonight-what should they do? She could suck him off-he could fuck her in the pussy-he could fuck her in the ass-what would it be? All the while however, Tony continued to saw his middle finger around in the still yielding flesh of her cunt while she gasped with lust.
Teresa felt her nipples tauten even further under her boyfriend's warm wet mouth. Her clitoris leaped stiffly forward to scrape wetly against the ravaging finger in her cunt and she began to realise what she wanted to do.
"I want to suck your cock Tony, I really do," she begged.
"You really want to," he grinned lewdly.
"Yes," Teresa said firmly, watching now with ever widening eyes as Tony unzipped his fly and allowed his youthful rod of flesh to spring out free in the air. Teresa felt a powerfully erotic feeling ripple through her at the sight of his delicious cock and immediately she plunged her head down onto its bulbous heacj, and began to suck it passionately.
Tony groaned as he felt his girlfriend's mouth accepting almost all of his fair-sized cock. He wound his fingers now in her blonde hair and gently prodded her bobbing head up and down on his lust-hardened member, enjoying the sight of her slavishly kneeling position fully as much as the sex act itself.
With an expertise born from somewhere in her cellular memory, Teresa wound her tongue around and around the head of Tony's turgid cock, then forced as much of it into her mouth as she could take without gagging. It nudged and prodded wetly against the roof of her mouth, and once again she began to experience that same weird masochistic feeling that had swept her in its wake several nights before with Tim
Tucker.
"Honey, why don't you .straddle me," urged Tony, "it's the best way to do it in the car."
Eagerly, the teenage sex-pot kneeling on the floorboard of the car scrambled up over the stiffly poised cock of her sixteen year old lover. She knew now that he wanted to fuck her pussy and she was more than ready, she liked the taste of his cock in her mouth but now she wanted him to plunge deeply up into her belly. No sooner had she raised the hem of her skirt, than the thick, blood-swollen head of his penis made ticklish contact with the wet velvet softness of her pubic hair. I don't have any panties on," she giggled shyly.
Tony could actually feel the warmth emanating from her lewdly secreting vaginal passage before he even entered her. Teasingly, he held his cock by the base and rubbed its lust-heavy head back and forth across the stiffly throbbing bud of her clitoris. Teresa, gripping the back of the car seat tightly on either side of his shoulders, tried vainly to capture it in her clasping little cunt. "Don't tease me Tony," she pleaded. "I want it so bad."
Every muscle in his lithe young body tensed with mounting excitement, Tony centered the head of his penis at the entrance of the exasperated girl's pussy, tugging slightly at her waist as she began to impale herself upon him.
Seeping inward, the fleshy member between her widely splayed thighs gradually reached its final depth. Tony wasn't nearly as long or as thick as Tim Tucker, but he had a sizeable organ and it was the most fantastic feeling in the world to have him enter her hotly aroused body. She loved the feel of his rod pushing the tender passion-moistened flesh before it in rippling waves of wetness.
Slowly now she began to slip up and down on her young boyfriend's rigid cock, thrilling to its deepest penetration, her thin vaginal lips clinging to it like a rubber band stretched to its utmost.
She wanted to stay this way forever, filled full of cock, she loved it, loved every sensual moment of it and she could tell by the blissful expression on Tony's face that he was wild about it too.
"Honey," she heard Tony whimper quietly.
"Yes!"
"You said I could do anything I wanted tonight, right?"
"Right, but honey, don't you like fucking me," she cried out.
"I love it baby, but there's something I've always wanted to do something that's much more wicked even than this. Let me baby, please let me," he pleaded.
"Let you what Tony," Teresa said, her eyebrows screwed into a puzzled knot.
"Let me fuck you in the ass!"
"What!" gasped the young girl.
"You heard me honey, let me fuck you in the ass!"
Teresa Riley was stunned, this was something she had never expected, hardly even heard of. Vaguely she had heard somewhere once at school that men liked to fuck girls in the ass but she hadn't really thought it was true . . . and now her boyfriend wanted to do it to her ... it was dirty-wicked-evil-perverted . . . and yet, she had to admit to herself that it turned her on to even think about it.
"What do you say Teresa, please, it's what I really want," the young rich boy whined, used only to having his own way in life.
"Well------" Teresa said slowly, "if it's what you want, I'll give it a try."
"Oh honey, you won't regret it," Tony sighed pulling her up and pushing her on the seat onto her knees, "come on baby, kneel," he commanded.
Teresa Riley did as she was told.
"That's fine honey. Now reach back with your hands and grab my cock!"
Her hands, clinched tightly together at the wrists behind her back, strained backwards to grasp for her boyfriend's blood-bloated cock, and felt its sticky wet, rubbery length brush against her clawing fingers. Timidly with her fingertips, she squeezed the thick bulbous head as if it were a rubber ball on a bicycle horn. It was big. Very big!
"That'll probably fill your asshole honey," he boasted wildly, proud of his triumph.
The blood was pounding furiously in Tony's temples now as he stard down glassy eyed at the succulent whiteness of her smoothly sculpted buttocks quivering before him.
Despite her willingness, Teresa was terrified, she couldn't imagine how her boyfriend's lust-swollen cock could penetrate her asshole-it would split her, she was certain!
"Tony, please don't do it, I think you're too big!" she pleaded.
Her buttocks, her back and her whole body were glistening with sweat now. Tony's cock, flushed a deep red in full blood-hardened erection, stood out in dark contrast to her fair loveliness. He reached down with one hand and peeled the thick jacket of his fleshy foreskin back over the angry red tip of his cock, milking it back and forth to bring a huge dripping pearl of pre-coital moisture to the surface .. , the only lubrication he needed to penetrate her!
The young boy's breath was coming hot and labored now as he parted her succulent buttocks with his thumbs, almost as if he were splitting a pear in half. He could see the tiny pink opening to her anus clenched tightly, like a puckered mouth and raising up off his haunches, he began to center himself at the opening to the tiny nether ring between her whitely shimmering ass-cheeks.
"Please honey," Teresa pleaded. "I'll do anything you want, anything else, a blow job maybe. Don't do it Tony, please!"
"No I've got to have you this way," Tony said, beside himself with lust now and hardly aware of what he was doing.
"Godddd, you're killllinnnnngg meeeeee!" Teresa keened like a dying animal as her boyfriend began to press his lust-bloated penis against her cringing anus from behind.
He pushed with savage strength now, battering his way into her defenseless innermost recesses, feeling the puckering tightness of her anal opening fitting reluctantly down over the coronal rim of his invading cock like a soft hot collar oozing in another precious inch, and another and another ... [
"OhhhhhhhhhhhJi! Goddddd! NOOOOOOOO!" she intoned again and again in her helpless agony, lying bound and doubled up with her face pressed down into the car seat.
"Oh honey, doesn't it feel good," Tony begged, "It feels great to me."
Teresa could feel her inner anal flesh clinging to her boyfriend's hard shaft like a coating of warm sticky paint.. . how could she tell him it was too painful for her, he was loving it so much, how could she stop him now.
"It's all right honey," she sobbed, "maybe soon it will stop hurting."
Tony clasped his young girlfriend to him now, humping with the passion of a rabid dog, his youthful cock pumping relentlessly in and out of her tortured anus. She was his! His to fuck and torment as he chose . . . she was his!
He could feel the thinly stretched inner skin of her rectum clinging fast to his lewdly invading rod of flesh, threatening to cut off all circulation to his pounding cock-head. It was fantastic fucking her virgin asshole!
"Oh God! it still hurts like hell," groaned Teresa.
Tony slackened his pace a little now, he could feel Teresa's reluctance beginning to melt with his slower pace, almost against her will.
Teresa continued to moan out her tortured protests, even though the pain of his initial entry was subsiding slowly into a dull numbing throb that caused her to hope for a flickering second that she might possibly be able to live through the ordeal. She hadn't wanted her first fucking session with Tony to be this way, but now there was nothing she could do but to endure it.
"Oh honey, isn't it good," pleaded Tony anxiously between ever-deepening strokes up between her straining buttocks. "Just relax baby, and it'll get even better!"
Teresa had to admit that it was getting better, it was still painful but it almost felt good too . . . in a weird masochistic sort of way. His seeping penile secretions had wet her back there to the point that he now slid in and out of her ravaged anus with relative ease. And, when she wanted to concentrate on it, she could feel every lurid, hot-ridged detail of his punishing penis lying in bold relief in her anal tract. She could feel Tony's hands boldly caressing her delicate, soft-nippled breasts, tweaking and pinching at their rising stiffness passionately. She found herself churning her still tightly gripping ass-cheeks around and around with building fury on his invading flesh. His lust-bloated penis felt like a long hot poker shoved up in her rectum, and it did make her feel excited in a weird way.
"Oh, I like it, I dooooooooo," she suddenly blurted out in an uncontrollable moan. "Do it some more! Don't stop, I like it!" she found herself saying, much to her surprise.
Teresa felt Tony's balls slapping lewdly up against the wetly seeping slit of her perversely aroused cunt, she was actually enjoying it, she really was! Her head thrashed wildly as she was positive now that she was about to cum from his evil sodomizing of her anus. . . . NOW!
A crazy smile of satisfaction twisted across Tony's lust-contorted face as he heard his young girlfriend screaming out her excitement.
Tony burrowed into her now in a final effort to release his hot white sperm into her writhing buttocks. "Oh FUCK! I'm cumming!" he screamed out suddenly in his release. "Get ready!"
"Not yet Tony, not yet," Teresa sobbed, "I want to cum tooooooo!"
Suddenly Tony's cum was squirting, thick, hot and cream-like deep within her cock-stuffed anus. Teresa felt it flooding her insides and she felt that it would overflow out her throat. She felt her young boyfriend's hands running over the soft smoothness of her naked buttocks, "Mmmmmmmmmmf, mmmmmmmmmmf," she muttered as she felt his anxious fingers rubbing the softness of her genitals, her painfully distended clitoris responding immediately to his caresses. And then she was there too, suddenly she was riding a wall of pleasure that she had heretofore never experienced before in her young life, it was beyond her, an excitement that threatened to extinguish her very life force.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhlihhhhhhh. . . . I'm cummmminnnngggggg!" she shrieked in wild abandon, "Oh Tony, I'm cumminnnnnggggg!"
"Ride it baby, ride it," Tony urged and he felt her buttocks writhing and bucking beneath him. "Take it all baby, take it," he cooed as he emptied the final spurt of white hot sperm into her anus.
"Oh. ... ohhhhhhhhhhh Tony, oh Tony. . . ." murmured Teresa, "Oh mannnnnnnnnn.... I came baby, I came baby."
The two youngsters stayed in their dog-position for several minutes, Tony collapsed over Teresa's back, the young girl having released the pressure on her arms was lying with her cheek down on the soft leather of the car. "You're mine," she heard Tony murmur, "at last vou're all mine!"
CHAPTER SIX
Jack Riley hadn't been feeling well of late, he'd been having strange headaches and several times he had had to sit down at his job and rest. Somehow or other, however, he'd been able to continue with his job on the car assembly line and nothing had been said to him. Jack was in a sweat today however, the day before he'd committed a gross error on the line that was now threatening to cost the company several thousand dollars, it was the kind of error that men were fired for, irrelevant of whether they had been with the company for twenty years or not, and that was the time span that Jack Riley had given to Peter Reynolds Company, five years in service to old Tom Reynolds and fifteen to his son Peter.
Jack pretty much knew that he was due to be fired by Reynolds when he was informed that he had been called to the main office. No-one ever got called to the main office for anything less. Hell! there goes my pension groaned Riley inwardly, why didn't I rest-I knew I was sick-why was I so damn stupid!
The truth of the matter was that Riley was extremely worried about his daughter Teresa, he now had reason to believe that she was having sexual intercourse with someone and that was driving him out of his mind. He'd thought about it for several days now and everytime he did his blood began to boil and he saw her voluptuous young body being ravaged by scores of men, he saw her firm flesh being fucked and somewhere deep inside of himself he knew that he was jealous-he knew that he wanted his girls all for himself, he never wanted any other men to touch them. It had been bad enough when Sally had married the punk Dreyfus but then Sally had never been his favorite even though she was just as beautiful as Teresa. It was his darling little girl that he loved the most. He had been thinking about Teresa when he had made the fatal error on the assembly line, the error that had stopped the entire factory within fifteen minutes and caused several thousands of dollars to dribble away down the drain.
Jack Riley knocked timidly on the office door of his boss after being given the okay by his secretary. It was the first time that he'd actually been up to the plush main office and it made him nervous just to be there, let alone to be fired!
"Ah, Riley, sit down won't you," Peter Reynolds said grimly as the cringing man entered his office.
Peter Reynolds remembered Jack Riley well, not for Riley himself but for his daughters. Riley's daughters were two of the most beautiful girls that he'd ever seen and it was still a mystery to Reynolds how such a plain looking couple as the Rileys could have produced such stunning children. The young girl was pretty but the older girl was a knockout. In fact Reynolds had been extremely angry to find out that she was already a married girl-he had engaged her in conversation at the Christmas party and had desired her so much that he was convinced that it was obvious to everyone. In the course of their conversation however, Reynolds had learned that she was pedantically in love with her young husband and that obviously there was no hope for him.
Peter Reynolds was an insatiable womanizer. It had caused the breakup of three marriages already, his fourth wife having left him only a few months earlier and in the process of filing for divorce. Reynolds however could not control himself, it wasn't that he didn't love his wives, all of them in turn, he just could never pass a pretty trick without wanting to fuck her.
Now an evil plan was forming in Peter Reynolds' mind. By all rights, Jack Riley should have been fired immediately for his incompetent behavior-Reynolds however had a plan in mind. Riley's oldest daughter for a night -in return for his job, quite a bargain at the price he thought. ... it would just depend on Riley and how much he wanted to keep his job. Reynolds had never really forgotten Sally, he didn't like to be refused anything he wanted, he had always had his own way, every woman he had ever wanted in his life had fallen into his arms. Young Sally was the first girl who had ever looked at him with eyes of total innocence and said, "oh but Mr. Reynolds, I'm married, didn't you know!" Peter had hastened to assure her that he didn't give a damn about such conventions but it was obvious to him immediately that she did ... and she had quite a will of iron. A quality that drew him to her even more.
"Oh Riley, sit down won't you. I've a proposition to make to you . . . here's how it goes." grinned Reynolds, "I hope you're ready for it!"
"Daddy whatever is the matter," Sally Dreyfus enquired of her father. She had never seen her father look so ill in all her life, he was grey in the face and obviously had been drinking, judging from the almost drained bottle of scotch by his side.
"Leave him alone," her mother urged, "he wants to be left alone."
"Get out of here," Jack Riley screamed at his wife, "no, not you Sally, you stay," he slurred, "you stay, I've got to talk to you."
Jeanne Riley burst into tears and ran out of the livingroom, she had never seen her husband in this state before and she was afraid . . . afraid of what he might do to her and the girls!
Sally sat herself down by her father's feet, she felt like a little girl again and yet she knew that she had to comfort her Daddy in some way.
"Baby," she heard her father say, "would you do anything in the world for your Daddy?"
"Of course I would," Sally said quickly, "What is it Daddy, what do you want me to do?" "Sal, I'm going to lose my job, my pension, everything," Jack Riley sobbed, burying his head in his hands and allowing himself to cry for the first time in his life.
"Oh Daddy, how awful," Sally sobbed, gathering her father up into her arms and rocking him tenderly.
After several minutes, Jack Riley's sobs subsided and looking up into his daughter's beautiful young face he said, "you can help me Sally, only you can help me."
"Whatever it is, I'll do it," the girl said rashly. "Peter Reynolds wants to make love to you," Jack Riley said plainly.
"What!" exclaimed Sally, her face coloring all shades of red.
"That's it baby, he called me into the office today. Seems he's had the hots for you since the . Christmas party, told me I could keep my job on the condition that you allowed him to fuck you. I think the bastard is off his head but I don't think he's dangerous . . . he's just a horny son-of-a-bitch, that's all."
Sally Dreyfus withdrew into herself for a moment and tried to recollect the conversation she had had with Reynolds at the Christmas party. It had been obvious to her then that he wanted to fuck her. She remembered now how during the last two times she had masturbated, Peter Reynolds had sprung to mind . .. she recalled how in fact she really wanted to make love with someone else other than Danny, her young husband.
"I'll do it Daddy," she said stoically.
"Oh baby, will you. Oh God! I hate to ask you to do this but I'm desperate," the older man said sobbingly.
"Don't worry Daddy, I'll do it, for you
Daddy, I'll do it," Sally Dreyfus said with the perfect air of a martyr. "When does he want me."
"Tonight baby."
"Call him and tell him I'm coming to his house Daddy, call him right now."
"Oh baby, you saved my life," Jack Riley said humbly, "Please honey, don't tell mother."
"Of course not Daddy, this is our secret, yours and mine," Sally Dreyfus said once again gathering her distraught father up into her arms, "yours and mine!"
Sally Dreyfus chose her clothes carefully. She wanted to give Peter Reynolds optimum satisfaction, it was difficult for her to admit the fact to herself but deep in her heart she knew that she was getting off on the whole sordid proposition. She felt like a whore . .. Sally had always wanted to be a whore, to know what it was like to sell her body to a man and now she was actually going to do it.
She wore her sexiest black lacy brassiere and bikini panties and red and black garter belt. She attached her nylons to the garters and slipped into her high heeled shoes, sliding into the slinkiest black jersey dress she had in her wardrobe .. . the dress she had chosen for her honeymoon with Danny. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror .. . perfect, she looked stunning and what was even better she felt stunning. She would act this part perfectly, give
Peter Reynolds exactly what he wanted to the absolute degree... she would give him no reason to complain .. . none whatsoever!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Teresa Riley snuggled back down into Tony's bed, she was so happy to be actually in his house, at long last. They had just fucked in his bed and it had been terrific and now she really felt her hands closing around the little band of gold that she had in mind for them. Teresa Riley was determined that she would marry Tony Reynolds and fucking with him in his own bed was in her mind the first positive step she had made towards that.
Tim Tucker was fully aware of her presence, in fact he had given her a little pinch on the ass when Tony's back was turned. Teresa had glowered at him but it was hard for her to be angry with her ex-lover, he was such an attractive man.
Only minutes earlier, Tucker had knocked discretely on Tony's door to tell him that his father wanted him on the telephone. Teresa looked up now to see her young lover coming back into the bedroom.
"Dad's coming home now," he grinned lewdly, "and he's bringing a chick with him."
"Will I be safe here," Teresa asked anxiously, not wanting to get into Tony's father's bad-looks.
"Sure you'll be safe, not only that but we could watch, that is if you'd like to."
"Watch, how?" Teresa breathed throatily.
Tony Reynolds, grinning lewdly, led Teresa over to the far wall of his bedroom and pressing her eyes up to a large oil painting on the wall, a hunting scene, he revealed to her his secret.
"I can see through to the next room," Teresa said her voice trembling with excitement.
"I know, I found this by accident one day. See this house belonged to Hank Swift, the Meat-King. When Dad bought this house he bought a lot of the furnishings as well, this picture was on this wall, just the way it is now. One day I was fooling around, and I discovered that if I looked through the eyes of these dudes I could see through to Dad's room. Swift must have gotten his rocks off this way," he grinned evilly.
"So what do we do now," said Teresa.
"We hang out here in my room. We'll hear Dad come into the house and then we can watch the show. That is, if you want to."
"Sure I want to honey, I've never seen anyone fuck before in my life, can we do it whilst we're watching?"
"Maybe baby, it depends how hot you get," grinned Tony.
"Oh, I'm sure I'll get very hot, in fact I'm getting hot just thinking about it," Teresa said mischievously licking her lips.
"You really are something Teresa, you're the hottest piece of ass in the world, I swear you are."
"And I'm all yours lover," the provocative fifteen year old cooed, "all yours lover!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jack Riley pulled up close to the Reynolds' Mansion and pointed the house out to his daughter Sally. "That's it baby, that's where you've got to meet him. We'll sit here until we see his car drive up and then you'd better get out and go over to the house. Get it over with as soon as you can baby, I'm going to wait for you here, if it takes all night I'll wait for you."
"Oh Daddy," sobbed Sally suddenly afraid of what she was going to do.
Father and daughter held each other for a long moment, then Riley saw his boss's Rolls Royce pull into the driveway of his house, "there he is now honey," Riley said sadly. "I'm never going to be able to forgive myself for this," he said, tears streaming down his face.
"Oh Daddy, don't cry please," Sally begged, "for you I'd do anything."
The brave young girl kissed her father once again and stepping out of the car walked quickly towards the driveway of the Reynolds Mansion. Turning one last time to wave to her father, she thought to herself. Here goes nothing!
Half an hour later, seated comfortably in Peter Reynolds den, Sally Dreyfus sipped the drink the older man had handed her and looked around the room at her surroundings. She had never been in such a splendid atmosphere before and the whole place took her breath away. She really did.feel like a whore now, but a high class whore, maybe a French whore even!
She sipped her drink slowly, noticing a slightly bitter taste to it after it had slipped down her throat. For a moment she felt faint and turning to look at Reynolds she seemed to feel that his eyes were boring into her, almost as if he could see clean through her clothes.
"Was there something in the drink Mr. Reynolds?" she asked innocently.
"Just a little something to help you relax my dear, nothing to worry about," he grinned lewdly.
Peter Reynolds was in his element. He was in his own home, he was in complete control of the situation and he had the girl he had lusted after for so long at his feet.
"Now then my dear," Sally heard the older man saying almost as if he were coming from a great distance. "I have something to warm you up a little."
"What's that Mr. Reynolds?"
"Oh just a little movie."
"What kind of a movie."
"As I told you, one that will warm you up a little."
"You mean a dirty movie?"
"Something like that."
"I don't want to see it."
"Frankly my dear, you have no choice," Reynolds grinned evilly. "Or didn't your father tell you."
Leading the young girl up the stairs to his bedroom, Peter Reynolds noted with satisfaction the seductive undulation of her buttocks, running his hand lightly over them he was pleased to feel that she wasn't wearing a girdle and his cock began to lurch in his pants at the thought of plundering her ripe young body.
"Here they come," Teresa heard Tony say. "Let's get to the picture."
Teresa screwed her eye to the picture and the woman that, came into her view as the door opened almost caused her to lose her breath entirely. It was her very own sister Sally.
"Oh my God!" she gasped.
"What's the matter baby?" Tony said quickly.
"That's my sister Sally, what's she doing here?" -
"I know what's she's doing here the question is how and why." Tony puzzled.
"Oh my God!" was all that Teresa could say as she watched her older sister cross the bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed.
"Whoever would have thought Sally would do anything like this." she said half aloud and half to herself.
"Shut-up and watch," commanded Tony firmly, "just shut-up!"
Peter Reynolds pulled the drapes in his bedroom and pressing a button on the side of the wall revealed a movie screen at the far end of the room.
"All right baby, how about slipping out of your dress and shoes, get a little relaxed to watch this flick, you know what I mean," Reynolds said lasciviously.
"I really don't want to watch the film Mr. Reynolds," Sally protested.
"Shut-up bitch and do as I say," Peter said angrily for the first time. He wasn't used to having women go against his wishes and he didn't like it.
Sally Dreyfus stood up and slowly unzipped her dress allowing it to slip down over her curvaceous hips and crumple onto the floor in a heap. She heard Reynolds' gasp as he studied her black flimsy underwear and she knew that he was already more than turned on by her body, she had realized that when he had caressed her buttocks as they had mounted the stairs. Despite her fears, Sally had to admit to herself that she was excited too!
"Baby, you are gorgeous," grinned Peter, "I knew it, I just knew it!"
Sally felt herself begin to tremble at Reynolds' obvious appreciation of her body. She couldn't help but feel excited-it was the most outrageous thing she'd ever done in her life, or ever dreamed of for that matter!
"Come here baby," Reynolds commanded.
Sally walked over slowly to the aging playboy, she felt his hands running up her legs and stopping at the naked flesh of her thighs, she felt him drawing her down to him and she felt the obvious bulge in his pants. She could tell already that his. cock was erected and he was lewdly impatient to fuck her.
She heard him flip a switch and she realized that the movie had begun on the screen but her back was to it and so she couldn't see what it was. She felt Reynolds turn her around and she saw a young girl on the screen, very voluptuous, long blonde curly hair, wearing very flimsy baby doll pyjamas and nothing else.
"That's Michelle, my french girlfriend."
"She's beautiful," Sally said.
"Yes, and can she fuck, oh boy," Peter said licking his lips lasciviously.
The girl on the screen was eating a banana and Sally couldn't help but know that the girl was licking and sucking on it like it was a man's cock. Her full sensual lips were slicking up and down the shaft of the peeled fruit in an obviously obscene parody of sexual intercourse.
Suddenly a large hairy looking man entered the room on the screen and Sally could see that the young girl was frightened. The man looked more like an ape than a man.
Sally felt her father's boss's hands on her breasts now but she didn't protest, she knew it was of no use. Not when he squeezed her breasts, not when he pinched her nipples into infinite hardness, not even when he flipped her breast out of her brassiere and sucked wetly on her nipple. After all, it wasn't her fault, was it? And she was doing it for Daddy. And, God! He certainly seemed to know what he was doing! It felt kind of good!
The man on the screen was wearing a topcoat and when he shrugged it off his shoulders, Sally saw that he was completely naked beneath it. From the rear he really did resemble a large ape. His enormous buttocks dimpled obscenely as he approached the now cowering girl on the couch.
The plot of the movie was simple. The girl is in the house alone, she is horny, begins to eat a banana pretending that it is a man's cock ... enter mad rapist.
"What". . . . w-what's going on here ... what-" Sally asked curiously.
Reynolds raised his eagerly sucking lips from Sally's swollen breasts. "Keep your eyes peeled, honey!"
The back of Michelle's hand covered her mouth in a rather convincing display of stark terror. Still, nothing could be seen of the approaching man-ape but his hairy buttocks. What on earth is she so afraid of? Sally panicked inwardly, her own lusty buttocks fidgeting nervously on Reynolds' lap as she straddled him sideways, her hands across his shoulders, her fingers playing idly in the curly hair at the nape of his neck as he continued to suck at her heaving breasts with mounting enthusiasm. Then suddenly, the camera began to swing into a side view.
Reynolds could feel the young girl's body tense as the choked whisper, "My God ... oh my God!" tumbled from her lips.
"Not so tiny a fellow, is he, Sally my sweet?"
She wondered if his affected comment wasn't a way of making her feel more frightened than she already was.
"Sally?"
"What... oh, course, yeah, he sure is!" she gasped, almost breathlessly.
The ape-man's lust-swollen penis jutted straight out from the matted thick hair of his loins, like a jouster's lance. It looked at least ten inches long . . . and still growing!
"How's that hit you, dear. It has to do something!"
The head of it, as large as a small apple and equally as red, glistened ominously as it approached the cringing girl's mouth.
"W . .. what's he doing?"
"He's going to make her suck him off, Sally," Peter explained gleefully.
Reynolds inched his gentle, yet powerful hand toward the tender flesh of the chestnut-haired young wife's naked white thighs that squeezed together so provocatively up above her stocking tops. With each rapid breath now, the marshmallow succulence of her well-sucked breasts melted into the features of his face. Her nipples, stiff as spikes, grew out of their puffy surroundings like tiny clitoris eager to be sucked.
"Relax, relax dear Sally," he said in a soothing voice. "The drink I gave you will help you enjoy this kind of movie. Let it do its work."
"Why? W . . . what?" Sally was confused.
"I put something special... an aphrodisiac... in it," he lied.
"God!" Sally returned, her voice thickened with mounting passion. "That must be why I feel so ... so strange."
Reynolds smiled inwardly, he had lied to Sally but he knew that if she thought she had been given an "aphrodisiac" she would let herself go. He'd seen her type before, the beautiful young girl- trapped in an early marriage, basically frustrated with her husband, yet not quite daring to have the affair she so desperately needed and wanted.
Sally trembled now and her quivering buttocks, almost naked below the clinging black straps of her garter belt, wriggled nervously on Reynolds' lap. She could feel the bulge beneath her thighs pulse and expand heatedly and knew immediately what it was. Yet, peculiarly, there was a certain thrill in being so close to an evil man's swollen penis, to feel it pressing against her near naked flesh through the scratchy material of his pants. She was only trying to help her father, so it really wasn't her fault was it?
In the movie now, followed closely by the young wife, the ape-man was gripping his glistening gargantuan shaft by the base, beginning to rub the blood-engorged head of his cock on the cringing girl's face, paying most attention to her full red lips until her features began to shine with the sticky white nectar he smeared on them. Her eyes opened wide and fluttering with fear, were brimmed with tears of shame.
"You'd never know she was acting would you, I tell you that French piece is really something." Reynolds stated proudly.
"No, I thought she really was afraid! I would be!"
Suddenly, miraculously, the ruby-red head of the huge man's penis popped inside the straining lips of the wide-eyed girl. For some reason, though it was beyond Sally's understanding, a cold shudder of delight spasmed deep in her own loins. It was exciting to watch that poor girl being subjected to evil. And she couldn't help thinking how similar her own situation was!
"Actually, she loves sucking cock, Sally. Also, when we shot the movie, she was taking the same aphrodisiac I gave you."
"She was?"
"Yes, she was," Reynolds sneered pointedly, his lewdly searching hand on Sally's lewdly tingling pussy now, rubbing through her flimsy panties, hooking his finger beneath the crotchband and fingering and probing with lingering delight. Slowly now he began to part the silken chestnut curls of her pubic hair with two fingers.
Sally shuddered as Reynolds leaned closer.
"Look, while you watch Michelle suck ape-man's big cock, I'm going to finger-fuck you."
Suddenly Sally felt the older man tear at her flimsy black panties and split the crotch in two, pressing his outstretched middle finger slowly up into her passionately seeping pussy flesh. Reynolds chuckled to himself. Like Hank, the ape-man, he was a sadist and now mused satisfiedly on the way powers of suggestion always seemed to work better on his younger victims. He felt her distended clitoris slip wetly forward to make searing contact with his probing hand as his extended middle finger entered her easily and wormed its way up into her unresisting vagina to the depth of his palm, and then he slipped a second finger up in beside the first.
"You like it, I can tell. You like my fingers up inside that pretty little cunt of yours!"
"Yes. I do!" she reluctantly agreed. Oh Danny, if you knew you'd never forgive me, she thought to herself.
"Look at Michelle," Reynolds pressed. "She can hardly swallow. Hank's cock is so big in her mouth that her cheeks are all puffed out!"
In Tony's bedroom, Teresa and Tony had drawn up a small couch and were seated on it, their eyes glued through to the other room.
"Baby, I've got to fuck you now, it's turning me on too much to watch my old man and your sister," Tony said, dipping his finger wetly in and out of Teresa's already naked pussy.
"God! I just can't believe Sally," was all Teresa could say over and over again.
"Oh honey forget about it and watch," Tony grinned lewdly. "If you ask me, she's having a great time!"
Jack Riley took a long swig from the bottle of scotch he had stashed under the seat of his car. It was getting harder and harder for him to sit still, harder and harder for him not to want to burst into Reynolds' house and kill him. Besides which fact he was getting pretty drunk and as such was losing his control and forgetting the bargain he had made with Reynolds.
All that Jack Riley could think of at this moment was that his little baby was in that rich slob's house and was being fucked by him. His little baby. Riley saw her now, her voluptuous young body being ravished by Reynolds and he began to see red, the blood pounded before his eyes and. he imagined precisely the ravishment that his daughter was receiving at Reynolds' hands. His darling little daughter and that old rake ... he had to stop them ... he had to rescue his little girl before it was too late ... he had to, he just had to!
CHAPTER NINE
Sally Dreyfus couldn't help but admit to herself that she was enjoying her predicament. She knew that she was being used and yet in a strange kind of way she knew that she was using Reynolds. After all, hadn't she envisioned herself fucking with him only days before! She would never have admitted the fact to her father, but she was reveling in the sordidness of the whole affair, she had never had such kicks in her young life before and she loved every minute of it!!!
She felt Reynolds fingers churning deliciously in her cunt as they watched the french girl in the movie continue sucking on Hank's unnaturally massive cock, swallowing her own saliva to keep from gagging. His lust-bloated rod of flesh reached far back into her throat. He came .. . and came... and came as she sucked and swallowed, seemingly unendingly.
Peter Reynolds turned his entire attention on Sally now.
"She really likes to suck cock does Michelle. Do you think you could do as well my dear?" he asked Sally pointedly.
"Oh yes, Mr. Reynolds," Sally responded eagerly, now fully aroused. "Let's do something now."
"Like what Sally?"
"Fuck me Mr. Reynolds, please fuck me," begged Sally.
"Alright my dear," Peter Reynolds grinned lewdly, strip baby, "You asked for it and now you're going to get it. Up on your knees, I'm going to take you like the whore you really are."
Obediently Sally threw off her clothes and scrambled to her hands and knees, not able to remember ever having been so excited sexually before. The very hopelessness of her plight had triggered some unconscious masochistic response deeply within her. She had seen her obscenely kneeling form reflected in the mirror on the wall, and she wiggled her naked white buttocks back and forth salaciously in lwed invitation to the hastily stripping playboy.
"Please hurry, I can't wait much longer!" she begged the older man. "I need you to screw me sooooo bad!"
Reynolds knelt up behind her youthful form and slowly spread apart her succulently ripe ass-cheeks, like two half melons. He centered his penis, aiming it between her soft pussy lips, and then suddenly, he'd been upon her....
Now, Sally flinched automatically against the bulging cock-head beginning to press into her from behind. If Peter Reynolds wasn't a match for ape-man then he was a close second. Still, she managed to bear up stoically, weathering the painful introduction of her blackmailers lust-engorged penis in between the tender lips of her pussy.
"Holy smoke, you're tight girl," Peter gasped hoarsely, "You sure you're not a virgin?"
Reynolds pressed cruelly forward into her ever tightening cuntal passage, thinking Christ!
This little girl sure feels like a cherry, she can't be though, she's married!
"Aaaaiiiiiii! Not so fast Mr. Reynolds, give me a chance to get used to it."
He was in only a little deeper than halfway, and already she felt stuffed completely. Yet, despite her obvious discomfort, she was excited as well. She was finally indulging her most capricious fantasies-she was committing adultery-and with a tremendously evil man at that! She felt completely free now, different, yet somehow like her true self, or at any rate, the true self she liked to imagine herself to be. Whatever had happened to her, she wondered. It mattered very little that her young husband was coming home in a few days. What did it matter that she was being subjected to the lewd sexual whims of one of the most notorious playboys in Chicago? Not at all, she thought, I don't give a damn! The only thing that mattered was the hot rod of male flesh plunging deep up inside of her. "Your husband have a joint like this," Reynolds teased, "I bet you've never had one like this in your entire life."
"God, it huuuuurts real bad, Mr. Reynolds."
"Well, what do you want? Should I take it out?"
"For God's sakes, no! I want you to fuck me . . . like, oh, screw me like I was a slut."
In one buttocks-flattening lunge, he entered her to the hilt, feeling the softly clinging flesh of her interior cuntal walls giving way reluctantly to his lust thickened rod of cock flesh. Cruelly, he mauled and gripped the snow-white mounds of her quivering buttocks, enjoying the sensually exciting feel of her flaccid ass-cheeks swelling between his clutching fingers. He knew he was hurting her, but that knowledge only served to increase the thickness of his already massive penis. He watched the slavishly postured girl flay her head back and forth in her efforts to keep from crying out in pain. Her low moans, muffled slightly by the sheets she had her face buried in, drifted back to him, excited him even further. Her grasping fingers extended and retracted gripping the sheets tightly in her heartfelt agony. She was his!
He lunged into her like a man possessed now, deepening his strokes and increasing his tempo of fucking. He felt her begin to relax a little as her interior muscles grew weary of their prolonged contraction and her cuntal sheath began to fill with her and Reynolds' combined secretions. How many young girls has this evil playboy skewered on the end of this very cock? How many young housewives and mothers? Like me ... God, it was wonderful!
His hands left her buttocks then, as he humped forward lewdly and began to subject her ripely swinging breasts to the same vicious treatment. Then, subtly at first, but noticeably nonetheless, she began to raise her buttocks up and back to him, rotating them slightly, clinging and rippling obscenely along his rigid cock-length.
"Screw meeeee, yessssss, fuck meeeee like thaaaaatttt!"
"You asked for it baby," groaned Reynolds, "and you're going to get it."
Peter Reynolds began to plow in and out of the naked defenseless pussy of the young girl imprisoned beneath him. He had imagined what it would be like to fuck Sally but he hadn't been able to imagine that it would be as good as it was turning out to be. She's one hell of a hot piece after all, he thought triumphantly to himself as he sawed in and out of her writhing body, one hell of a hot piece.. ..
"Man oh man, I can't believe Sally, I just can't," panted Teresa as she watched her older sister yielding herself up so easily to Tony's father. "She's much hotter than I thought she was."
"She's hot alright, I wouldn't mind a piece of that action myself," grinned Tony lewdly.
"I can't say I blame her, look at the size of your father's prick Tony, it's gigantic"
In an effort to prolong their excitement, Tony had Teresa sitting astride his lap with his own lust-stiffened young penis pressed up nakedly between her satiny thighs, rubbing against her seeping pussy without entering her. Now, she had reached down with her slender fingers and had begun to press the end of it into her own passion-drenched vaginal sheath. She, too, wanted to feel that same excitement her older sister was feeling at the moment.
"Think you could take a cock that size, Teresa?"
"Wow, it'd be fantastic to try!"
God, Teresa swooned, it was exciting watching her prissy older sister getting it from behind while she knelt on her hands and knees like a bitch dog in heat! Still, Teresa couldn't help but wish it were she and not her sister being so masterfully fucked by Tony's evilly handsome father.
"Tony," she ventured as she ground down on his entering cock, "I was wondering if we could.."
"Swap off," he completed her phrase. "Are you out of your mind?"
"Wouldn't you like to screw my sister?"
"Jesus," he swore. "Not now I wouldn't. You don't know how hopping mad my Dad can get."
"Oh my God Tony, who's that coming through the door?"
"I don't know."
Teresa's eyes virtually popped out of her head as the door opened and the swaying frame of her father lumbered into the bedroom.
Time seemed to stand still. The sheer strangeness of the situation abolished for a moment all sense of reality. It was as though all four parties were viewing each other through a looking glass-nothing was real and yet. . . everything was too real!
It was difficult to tell which of the two fathers was the more surprised. Peter Reynolds at being interrupted or Jack Riley to find his beautiful daughter actually enjoying every minute of her fucking session.
"God, please don't quit Mr. Reynolds! Please keep fucking me, I love it! Cum in me, Mr. Reynolds!" Sally chanted, still unaware that anyone had entered the room. Then, raising her head from the cool sheets, "Come on please don't.. . aiiiiii, Daaaaaadddyyyyy!"
"Get off my daughter you fucking bastard," groaned Jack Riley.
"Aren't you forgetting our bargain," pleaded Peter Reynolds.
"I said get off my daughter Reynolds!"
At that moment Teresa could bear it no longer and she ran headlong out of Tony's bedroom and into his father's, hardly aware that she was stark naked!
"You too!" her father exploded.
"I came with Tony Reynolds, not his father,"
Teresa pleaded. "Tony and I are in love Daddy, we have been for a long time."
"Where is that fucking punk, let me get my hands on him," screamed Jack Riley, now doubly out of his drunken mind.
"Alright Riley, look you've been drinking, how about you take the girls home with you and we forget all about the whole affair," said Reynolds, now afraid of getting into any deeper water with the intoxicated man.
"Daddy what are you going to do," Teresa begged.
"I don't know honey," My God, fucking Reynolds still has his cock stuffed up Sally's pretty little cunt. God, she was beautiful this older daughter of his. Hell! if they both weren't. Little Teresa was a woman already and Sally's body was beginning to drive him crazy.
"Let them finish fucking Daddy," Teresa begged, "and .. . ah," she nodded to Tucker, Reynolds' valet as he sheepishly entered the room, "Let me fuck too, I want to fuck Tucker here!"
"Teresa," blurted out Sally suddenly. "Well I didn't get fucked and you didn't finish being fucked Sally. I'm not exactly a virgin anymore, not even in the asshole. And you want so to watch, don't you Daddy?" Her voice had a peculiar ring to it now, mocking and strange!
Jack Riley's thick cock swelled even larger in his pants at the prospect of watching exactly what his youngest daughter proposed. It was sick. Sick and evil but he wanted it.
"Alright," he said inebriatedly, "if I've got two little sluts for daughters, well then, I guess I can't do much about it at this late stage of the game. Okay Tucker you can fuck my little girl!" Quickly then, Teresa took her place next to her sister on the big bed and anxiously awaited her lover. Tucker approached the bed, his cock, only half-erect but growing rapidly.
Without any hesitation now Tucker, with a nod of approval from his boss was behind Teresa on the bed, spreading the perspiration moistened crevice between her luscious ass-cheeks with the fingers of one beefy hand while the other stroked his rapidly thickening rod of flesh to an exquisite purple stiffness. He, too, was beginning to get carried away with the sudden atmosphere of unbridled passion.
Shoulder to shoulder with her older sister, who was once again beginning to moan beneath Reynolds' renewed fucking into her upturned loins. Teresa bit her lower lip to keep from crying out at the unbelievable pain of Tucker's cock entering into her already cock-hungry wet vagina, but she didn't cry out, even when she felt herself tearing slightly down there. Pain or not, it was exciting. . . wickedly, wickedly so!
Jack Riley's alcohol-laden mind was a maze of confused thoughts. Teresa was a little whore, yet for the first time he realized the horrifying truth behind his increased animosity toward her of late... he wanted her.. . sexually ... he wanted to fuck his own little girl. And Sally, he wanted to fuck her too! Christ she had such a sexy body! Look at my two little girls riding those great cocks, he thought. His mind exploded, it seemed, into a thousand tiny shreads of obscene impulse, seeing the two girls fucking so wildly.
Sally, her body supported on her elbows, stared wondrously at her father's face. The look in his eyes frightened her, causing icy shivers to run up and down her spine. What was he doing? Why was he taking off his pants?
"Wow, yessss, yesssss," Teresa screamed as the throbbing pain in her pussy began to give way to the heated sensations of pure sensual pleasure, tingling outward over her naked white flesh. "Screw meeeeee, yeah, Tim, fuck meeeee!"
Sluts, that's what they are. . . sluts, whores . . . GODDAMN WHORES! Riley decided.
"Daddy, what's going on?" gasped Sally.
"Jesus, I always wondered how big Daddy was . . . now I understand why-Oh God, my God!" Teresa chortled when she saw her father's naked penis rising steadily upward and thickening in hopeless arousal.
"Sluts," Riley muttered. Who cares about Reynolds-, I've got to have my girls!
"You, hey, Sally, you're gonna suck me . .. you two, both of you!"
He, too, was on the bed then, inching forward on his knees, falling back on his haunches when he had positioned himself within easy reach of his two daughters' pretty faces. His hand reached out and entwined itself in Sally's chestnut hair, forcing her face down . . . down .. .
"Oh Daddy . .. Mmmmmmmmmffff!"
Teresa couldn't believe it, not only was her father forcing her older sister to suck his cock but, man, what a cock it was! It looked almost as long and thick as Tim's .. . and she could vouch for what a wild joy ride it would be.
"Hey, what about me," pouted Teresa towards her father.
"Yeah, there's enough for all of you . .'." he muttered.
Damn right! Jack Riley laughed inwardly as he watched the eagerly sucking and licking faces of his daughters paying lewd homage to the hotly pulsating flesh of his rigid penis. Things are going to be a lot different around home from now on!
Their shimmering eyes narrowed lustfully as they worked incestuously on either side of their father's lust-thickened penis, taking turns nursing on its huge blood-bloated head, the beautiful sisters skewered themselves back delightedly on the hard thick penises fucking into them from behind. Without a word, they managed to transmit their new found affection for one another, for at last, in sex, they had found their common denominator. There could be only one cause Jeft for an argument now-namely, which one would get to swallow Daddy's sperm, when he came! But then, who knows, there might be enough for both of them, too!
Of the five obscenely linked people on the bed, it was Sally who started to climax first, and her sensual groans were just enough to set off the others.
"My . .. GOD!" she pleaded, as she humped frantically back on the rock-hard cock of her father's blackmailer. "Oh God, don't stop. Oh, I'm cuummmmmmiiinnngggg!"
And her slender, full-breasted body heaved and panted in even more insane fury as the waves of adulterous passion swept over her kneeling young frame and engulfed her in a bottomless whirlpool of lust. Only dimly did she feel Peter Reynolds stiffen behind her and begin to thunder his burgeoning cock deeper and deeper into her helplessly spasming vagina. Then his body tensed again, as he groaned out loud and began pumping his white-hot sperm in a swearing, needle-thin stream up into the warm dark well of her cunt. His agonized groans mixed with Teresa's next to him on the bed, as she, too, began to cum with her oval red lips still locked tight to her father's upthrusting penis.
Then, with a final weak shudder of her exhausted body, Sally collapsed forward over her father's naked thighs, causing Peter Reynolds's now softening penis to slip lewdly from tier cum-drenched vagina. As depleted as she, Reynolds fell heavily on top of his beautiful chestnut-haired partner for the evening.
Suddenly the luxurious bedroom was filled with the wails and cries of animal lust as one by one they reached the fulfillment of their sexual passions. Warm, wet cum was trickling everywhere as all three male cocks exploded one after the other.
The girls writhed and bucked and swayed in their mutual sexual abandonment as they felt their lovers pumping their delicious sperm deeply up into their straining cunts. They would never be the same again .. . never again would the Riley family be the same, they were united now in an entirely new and different way and each one surrendered to the other.
Peter Reynolds was ecstatic, there was nothing he liked better than a orgy and although he hadn't been expecting one, that was exactly what had happened. He couldn't have been happier had he tried, fulfilled and content he didn't even mind Jack Riley's insolence. In fact, the whole evening had shed an entirely new light on Riley . . . I'll have to give him a raise, thought Peter Reynolds contentedly, after what he's done for me, he certainly deserves a raise!
